"Did you know that the name for daisies came from the Old English of 'day's eye'? Apparently the name refers to how daisies close their pedals in the evening and open back up at dawn."
"I actually didn't. That's pretty cool."
Sunset and Wallflower were sitting at their own little table in the corner of the Sweet Shoppe.
Sunset had invited Wallflower for some snacks, and to have a friendly chat. She figured that re-introductions between them were in order, since the gardener agreed that 'being the girl that tried erasing any memory of you from your friends and the rest of our high school because I was jealous of you' is not a very good first impression on someone.
The fiery haired girl took a bite out of her cupcake.
"Look Wallflower," she started, being sure to swallow before continuing. "I just want you to know that I don't hold anything against you about what you did with the memory stone. Looking back, I'd honestly inclined to say that what your actions were a little justified. I can't imagine what it must've felt like for you to be constantly forgotten and the such."
The green haired teen scratched the back of her head.
"Well, thanks. But I myself still don't really see that as an excuse for using a magical rock to erase people's memories."
"I never said it was. I'm just saying I understand you and why you did it. And even if I didn't, I still wouldn't fault you for it. And neither would the rest of the girls."
Wallflower smiled weakly.
"You're too nice to me, Sunset. A-All of you girls are. I mean, I stole your memories."
Sunset smirked.
"And? Me, Twilight, and Gloriosa from Camp Everfree turned into giant magical she-demons and we were forgiven for it. I endangered everyone at this school, Twilight messed with space time, and Gloriosa tried trapping everyone at camp from the outside world. If you ask me, those are much worse than erasing memories. Besides, they were put back in the end, right? No harm done."
"What day is it?"
"Wednesday."
"It's Thursday..." Wallflower corrected dryly.
Sunset blinked, a deadpan expression on her face as her brain quickly attempted to recalculate.
"It's...It's Wednesday though..." she started
"Check your calendar. It's Thursday."
Sunset pulled out her phone.
"I...huh...?"
She trailed off for a second, thinking, before she shrugged it off.
"Alright, so some minor damage and confusion came with the memory mishaps. But it'll pass."
The two shared a laugh.
"But, back on topic." Sunset said, remembering the previous conversation. "You started erasing memories at Canterlot High because you were jealous of me, right? Because you felt ignored for years and jealous that I was managing to make friends and be popular despite how..." she pondered what to say next. "Despite how...shitty I used to be. You imagined yourself as being invisible, forgotten. Unseen."
Wallflower blushed, feeling embarrassed.
"Yeah, pretty much. I felt like you got everything handed to you. I wanted a shot at that."
Sunset smiled confidently.
"Well, you're in luck, Wallflower."
She raised an eyebrow skeptically.
"Why is that?"
"Simple. You perceive yourself to be invisible and excluded. Well now," she cracked her knuckles. "I'm going to show you just how wrong you are."
"Wait, what?"
"Yup. I'm going to do whatever I can to make you visible again!"
...
There's a mild awkward silence.
"...Huh?"
"I'm gonna make you visible again."
"But I am visible. I mean, you're talking to me."
"I-I didn't mean it literally. I meant like, y'know, helping you make more friends and stand out more. And-"
She's cut short by a chuckle from the girl in front of her.
"You're playing with me, aren't you?"
"I am."
Sunset rolled her eyes, before moving over and sitting in the chair directly behind Wallflower, so the two are back to back and can't see each other unless they turned around.
"Alright, so, first off, I want you to pretend you don't know me."
"Why?"
"Just, pretend that I'm not Sunset Shimmer. I'm...someone you don't know. Someone you've never met before."
"But what's the point of all this though?"
"I just want to simulate a conversation with a stranger to see how you'd react."
"Well, uh, Okay..."
"Now come up with some conversation topics to talk to this new 'stranger' about."
"Like what?"
"Anything."
Wallflower is silent for a moment as she thinks of something to say.
"Okay...uh, poop flavored curry-"
"No." Sunset says firmly, cutting her off.
"...Or curry flavored poop-"
"No!"
"Okay."
Sunset attempted not to gag.
"What kind of topic was that?"
"You said any topic."
"Just because you can pick a topic doesn't mean you should. If you pick a really bad topic, the whole thing could go weird."
"Like how?"
"Like just now. You pick topics like that not only will you be seen as a total weirdo, but you'll go home, lie in your bed at night and think 'aaaah, why did I say that!' or something like that."
Wallflower tensed up.
That hit a little too close to home.
"That...has happened a bit more then I'd like to admit..."
"Anyway," Sunset sighed. "Let's try this again. And this time, try sticking to topics that you're interested in. Like how we were talking about flowers and gardening earlier."
"But what if the person I'm talking to doesn't like flowers and gardening? Or they're just not that interested?"
"Then in that case you'll have to try and find a different topic. But I'm pretty sure the odds of someone liking or appreciating the topic of flowers and gardening is much more likely than..." she trails off and her face twists in disgust, though Wallflower can't see. "...compared to Poop flavored curry of curry flavored poop."
Wallflower laughs, before stopping to think.
"Hmmm. Did you know that dandelions actually close at night? They're only open and puffy in the mornings."
Sunset smiled.
"There we go, that's a good start."
"Thanks. Oh! And did you know that some poppies are actually edible? Yeah, apparently some poppies are a source of minerals, calcium, and iron."
Sunset raised an eyebrow. She legitimately didn't know that.
"Really? I always thought they were just there for their pretty flowers."
"Well yeah, but only certain types. So don't go around eating random poppies."
"Got it. I'll resist my Equestrian urges."
The two shared a laugh, before Wallflower paused. Sunset's last remark sinking in.
"Wait, wha-"
"Nothing."
"What's this about urges, Sunset?" Wallflower chuckled. "You got anything you wanna tell me? You have a plant fetish or-"
Sunset’s eyes widened in horror, as she flushed with embarrassment.
"Wait, no! NO!"